"It's a pity that our Cardiel warriors, not having brought their families with them on this voyage, have disappeared into the annals of history. All they have left us are this emblem embedded in the ship's prow, the Sea Clan treaty of crocodile horns, and our endless longing and memory of them." Mr. Xu sighed wistfully.
"What if the Sea Clan no longer acknowledges the treaty you made a thousand years ago?" Liu Zhenhan remained silent for a long time, then finally managed to ask.
"What an astute priest, always thinking ahead." Mr. Xu gave Liu Zhenhan a meaningful smile. "Your concern is valid. Yes, there are Sea Clan kingdoms that after war and annexation, became reluctant to acknowledge our former treaty. However --- we had more than one marine force guarding us in the past, we also had the Clam People from the Mo Shao Clan."
"Clam People of the Mo Shao Clan?" Liu Zhenhan stared in surprise at the two large clam pots in his turtle shell.
